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StormingSkies sat down in a tree hollow and closed his eyes. A disturbing scene filled his sight, and he shuddered slightly. He opened his eyes, shook his head, and got a new slice of wood. He dipped a feather in blood red berry juice and started to draw the horrifying scene.
 
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He lifted his head, somehow looking happy that he had been interrupted. The painting fell, showing the picture. It was a war of birds. Dead chickens were strewn about, covering the ground. What could be seen of the grass was blood red. It was all in such detail it looked real. He stared deep into her eyes, searching.
 
She stared at him too, in shock and speechless; not knowing what to say at such a horrible and odd sight. "W-What is that?" She spluttered.
 
She lowered her head. "I certainly have my doubts that one can predict the future, but I have no doubts that war is coming..." She admitted, her eyes becoming slightly glossy. "One of these days." She added.
 
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